Too Sad To Cry Novels & Stories

It's hard to separate the water of the eyes from the water of the waterfall, especially when you cry into it. Even with all the many things that have brought me some laughter and joy, my heart still aches for my mom. I miss her every day, and each day I wake, I have to relive the fact that I have to live another day without her. Some days, I don't want to leave my bed, but no one allows me to stay to myself. I'm grateful, but I'd also like to grieve. That's why I cry at the waterfall. No one can ask if I was crying if all of me is wet.

All grievances turn into sadness and large tears fall down. She curls up and leans against the lamp post beside the swimming pool. She is so sad that she does not want to cry loudly. She puts her hand over her mouth and makes a dull sob.

Then, a strange sadness came over her. “I don’t know why, but I feel like crying,” she murmured, out of nowhere. “I hate crying in front of people… in front of you… No, I can’t do that. I must think…” “You’ll think later. Now you need to cry, piccola… Come on, let it all out, you’ll feel better… I’m right here… I’ll hold you.” “Leo, I’m tired… I don’t think I can’t do this anymore. I’m exhausted… and alone.”

For the past fourteen months, I did not want to admit this this before, I tried to feel pity for them, but right now nothing in the world is going to stop me from admitting that I hate them, all of them. The tears could not stop gushing out of my eyes like a waterfall, I could not even control the sobs that escape my throat anymore. I did not try to stop instead I let it out, all of it. I sat there and cried my eyes out. I'm tired of this life, right now dying might be a good option. The tears fell from my eyes down to my cloth or should I say rag.

" I said truthfully. A look of agony clouded his features. tears filled his eyes to the brim now, like a drizzle before the rain, they are ready to fall down his cheeks. He clenched his fists, as though that action would hold the tears back from falling. Toxic masculinity. I believe it's okay to cry when you face rejection from someone you have always crushes on but men have been groomed to believe that crying is for the weak. However, it breaks my heart to see him in that much pain but that is the least I can do after all of the mess that I have gotten the both of us into regardless of the fact that I cherish him a lot.

After a while, I calmed down and hugged him back, but my tears never stop falling. “Why are you crying, baby? Are you mad at me?” I shook my head no, I was so emotional that I didn't even know what I'm doing, but I can't control it, I was so upset, and I don't know how to explain it. “I'm so sorry.” “Baby, please tell me why you are crying.” I don't know how to tell him that I'm sad because of the things that happened, I don't know how to explain my situation.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

He gave me a confused look while nodding. "You think because we're men, we aren't supposed to cry? Okay I admit I haven't cried in a really really long time. Last time I cried I was around 11 when I lost a soccer match. I never had a reason to cry since I've grown up so I don't. Even when I am sad, I'm just sad. I never cry about it because I see myself weak. That's just me. People cry because they can't hold in the hurt or emotions that built up anymore and besides, I don't really have much to cry for. No girl to cry over and soccer is going great. I have an amazing life and great parents, siblings. I also have an amazing boyfriend too and neither of you gave me a reason to cry," He said sm

For me, crying means weakness. And I refused to let anyone see that. "I'm sorry, Lilary."

Eve I couldn't stop crying. A raw grief tore through me, leaving me hollow and broken. The world was unfair—everything was so unfair. No matter how I tried to wipe my face clean, the tears kept falling. It was the kind of crying that came from the soul, the kind you can’t just reason through. The world had wrapped me in disappointment and squeezed. The more I thought about everything, the more I cried.